“The fellow deserved something, but, after all, I find no fault with your action. Much as I am exasperated against these Comanches for their attack, I couldn’t help feeling an admiration for this fellow, who got the better of me in the neatest style I ever had it done in all my life.”
“Is it not time we heard something from 166 Avon?” asked the wife; “he certainly has been gone more than an hour–––”
“Hark!”
The shouts, whoops, and the reports of guns and pistols suddenly broke the stillness on the outside.
Most of the voices bore a familiar sound, and there were a dash and vim about the whole business which left no doubt of its meaning.
In the firelight of the room, husband and wife looked in each other’s glowing faces, and instinctively the two uttered the same expression:
“The boys have arrived!”